User:Conchris/Random Stuff/post-conshow1

Summary

What happened after Conshow ended? Here's Cruroar Goodwin's view on what happened after the show ended.

Story

That was it.

Conshow was well and truly over.

That's what I thought as me, Clark (The villain formerly known as Sirhcnoc), Cieeia (now known as Katie) and the ever-odd inventor Conchris rolled out of Wikity on the train that was conveniently placed at the train station when the robots invaded. That was certainly no picnic, I can tell you. You could try asking Greg, except the fact that he's dead. You'd need a medium or something to contact him from the other world. Then again, mediums are always strange, they usually pick up some random signal that a spirit is sending out in an attempt to communicate, it's complicated, sort of, to us at least, I think. Clark's been trying for months to contact Greg, even going so far as to attempt to ascend to a higher plane of existence with his creations. Of course, that failed miserably.

Anyway, back on the train, we were talking about what we would do after leaving Wikity. Conches said that he wanted to go back to Wiki User City for a while, me and Cieeia wanted to go back to Reedsen, change our names and live our lives as if going to Wikity never happened (I'll never forget the day we met our alternate universe selves, it's like meeting a twin flame, except this twin flame is bent on killing you and everything that you hold dear) and Clark wants to go off and bother some other protagonist, though we all know that he's yet to do that judging from his behaviour over the months.

The train's intercom crackled to life and a voice said through it, "Next stop is Wiki User City, home of those who are completely out of their minds."

"Guess this is my stop." Conchris said, trying hard to fight back the sadness of his departure.

"Yeah." I said, "Guess we won't see what 'crazy' invention you'll make next."

"Don't worry, I have plans for my next invention." Conchris mentioned, "Let's just say that this invention can tear the fabric of space-time if handled improperly."

Cieeia sat up in shock, looked at Conchris and said, "R-Really?!"

"Well, that's what my colleagues tell me anyway, but personally, I don't believe them." Conchris said, as he pulls out the blueprints to his next invention.

"Heh, you'll never know, rival." said Clark, chuckling quietly to himself, "You might just cross the moral event horizon if you keep this up."

Conchris glared at Clark for a second before turning back to the blueprint he was holding out.

It was only a few minutes before the train started to screech to a halt, we could see a small city outside the left-side windows, the city itself is in some sort of state of disrepair, this might be because of the builders neglecting to repair the buildings, though I don't know, people like me, Clark and Cieeia were forbidden from entering since the last incident.

I don't want to mention how it happened. Let's just say it involved some hyped-up person on sugar, a few toasters, an explosive, a few drops of ectoplasm, a Scottish monkey that speaks English and a cat. I still have nightmares about that cat, somehow, even though I was wasn't particularly fond of the thing, but it still haunts me.

"Well guys, any last words before I depart?" Conchris said, walking towards the now-open exit door leading out onto the city.

"None here."

"Nope."

"Nothing, except, Goodbye Conches."

"Heh, well, I hope you guys have a nice trip to wherever it is you're going." Conchris said, walking off into the city, looking back while waving as the train began to screech to life again.

It was only a few hours of passing through cities and countrysides and the like. As we passed through them, I began to reminiscence about the days before that crazy inventor (and that now-dead villain who was sucked up in a black hole, I forgot his name. He was a real piece that one.) showed up in our lives. Our lives were going perfectly well until he turned it upside down. Each death we had (including him) was followed by us staying in a white void for the remainder of the episode. It was like a cross between the supposed nothingness and heaven, except for not-so-dead people. I don't really know what kind of fate awaited those who really died though, I assume they went off into another plane of existence, though I can't tell. Anything, and I mean, anything that isn't on our plane (or so some say) is near-incomprehensible, unless you're from there, of course.

The insanity Conchris brought with him was enough to keep us entertained to a certain degree. Me and Cieeia tried to put up with the ever ensuing madness as we had to live with a crazed inventor, his violent robot and a sign-eating human who had transcended the laws of pretty much everything in the known universe. That sign-eater was, like, immortal, even the robot said so herself. (She's probably in android hell now.)

As my mind began to wonder onto the subject of Wikity itself, the intercom began to crackle to life again. I knew what it was about to say.

"Next stop is Reedsen, that city that, according to myth, used to be a utopia before something happened."

"Reedsen?! A utopia?!" Clark shouted at the intercom, "Since when?!"

"I was just reading this out-of-date tour guide I found on this train." replied the voice on the intercom, "There's hundreds of guides just like this one but I kind of prefer this one, as it is simply more accurate than the modern versions in distance."

Clark was about to say something as he opened his mouth, but he quickly interrupted himself, closed his mouth and sat down quietly, all the while mumbling to himself.

To be honest, I was kind of shocked myself to hear that Reedsen used to be utopia before something happened. Then again, I never really paid that much attention in my history classes, though I guess learning about Reedsen's most pointless roads awards was most certainly worth almost getting a pistol bullet lodged into my brain by the teacher. (Why they authorise teachers in Reedsen to use lethal force to teach is beyond me, though, I died from worse.)

The train slowly screeched to a halt at Reedsen's train station. I looked out the window and saw the never-changing city that was my home.

Our home.

Of course, at a glance, it looks more like a village than a city, but visuals always fools those who take things at face value. I believe Reedsen is like that because of old customs and traditions. No building reached very far into the sky, though the tallest building in this city would be the Reedsen School of LEARN AND DIE. (Which is somehow appropriate, if you're one of those people who despairs about everything in life, in general.)

Cieeia and I walked off the train without a thought, though not without saying goodbye to our former antagonist, and went off into the city.

Want to know what happened when we got to the city? Well, we found a home to live in, it was situated near the longest, most pointless road that Reedsen ever needed (the governor happens to like having long roads that stretch out to nowhere, it's symbolic so he says.), changed our names, went out searching for jobs to pay the rent, I got a job at the Reedsen Shopping Centre (luckily, there was no evil villains disguised as Gift Shop Guys, though the manager of the whole shindig is close enough, he could even qualify as a Scrooge on the Scrooge-o-meter!) and Katie (formerly Cieeia) got a job at the waterworks (after disguising herself as a man first).

So, we lived happily ever after, right? Oh I wish. Sure, the first two years went by smoothly as an ice cream drop smoothly drifts down a wall on a hot day. But by the third year, something strange happened. And no, it wasn't a zombie invasion or a robot invasion or an alien invasion (though we were pretty close to having one) or an anything invasion. It just happened.

One day, at my house, I woke up from the couch (in the living room) I was sleeping on. We didn't have a bed to sleep in, so we tend to sleep around the house. The couch is pretty much uncomfortable, mainly because the previous owner thought it was a good idea to put a pea under the cushions. I turned on the TV to see a news report.

'Great' I thought, 'What is it this time? Cat stuck up a tree?'

Reedsen never really has anything interesting happen. Half the time, it's usually about some war being fought between two countries, some crazy guy who believes in the end of the world happening tomorrow (though it never came.) and cats getting stuck in trees (and sometimes, the owners themselves). Though, this one news report was interesting, for some odd reason.

"News just in" the news anchor said, banging the pieces of paper that he always held on the desk he was sitting at, "The local scientist, George McHydrotanium, has finally finished the BFHC, which stands for Big Effin' Hadron Collider. It has been said that another man, who goes by the 'street name' Conchris, has helped him make this... BFHC. Conspiracy theorists predict that a black hole will be summoned to swallow us whole. More after this."

The TV screen flashed up some kind of advertisement for somebody's stupid brand name cereal as I sat there thinking.

This BFHC isn't very interesting, but it somehow caught my eye on the news, maybe something good WILL happen unlike the 5,000,000,000 failed attempts from our neighbour's HC, which keeps breaking down for no apparent reason. Then again, something will happen, and it'll be good old clichéd fun.

More soon.